I've been dragged beneath the surface,
realized some of the truth before
it totally consumed me inside
but all along I knew,it was me
and not you,
as time progressed I saw how
your fangs sunk in my flesh
and made you deny the rest
Between the anger and the hate
I couldn't distinguish the law
of chance and fate
we're all victims of God's twisted
projections and sickened imagery
so if murder was the only act to
redeem a dream
could you decide on what to do?
©munch77
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